Here I sit, sitting away at my desk of job working to work the job of job working business to in order to assist with the thing that I do which is work in a form of service for the customers that need the service, hence my work which involves providing customer service to customers in a job that I do and verily so, it is done with just action and questionable question.
Well, that is what I am telling myself right now, for that is indeed what I am doing in an office next to people and they are here to do the work alongside me, in some sort of massive team in a grand meeting of team work and working within a team of individuals coming together in order to provide the best customer service that customers had ever received, therefore making us the best ever at things that are related to customers and services, but not necessarily both at the same time.
Can you tell that I am struggling today?
So here we are, working all together top provide the service to the customers as is our job and our duty of work that we have agreed to do, because someone has to do it and it is a job that is as thankless as it is gratifying when we are not being abused for reasons that are beyond our control, such as customers not paying attention to doing what they are doing and not bothering to read things and therefore following their obligation to not accept responsibility for their actions, because it is always the fault of the company and never the fault of the customer.
But I digress.
We are here and here is where we are, being here and not there, unless we are there relative to here which would still have us here, but from a different point of view because someone might consider it as being here for someone who is not them as here is something that follows us around like a shadow in the day when the sun is not obscured by objects that stand tall, trying to scrape the sky and rake the clouds yet never able to, for they sit much farther away from these objects that block the sunlight that is meant to shine on the earth and help create some sort of lush paradise for all to see.
Yet the shadow is not visible all the time because buildings block the way, so perhaps we are not always chased by our shadows which refuse to allow us to get away from them. Perhaps we are engulfed by other shadows when we choose to deny the sun and its glorious, bright body that shines down upon us tiny beings of little importance to many things, yet we continue to insert ourselves into the lives of many, creating links and bonds that can take a lot to break unless those bonds are fragile.
Fragile bonds can break easily.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:87
I really struggled writing this but I am still happy with how it came out.
It’s really bad but it messily plays with language and I like that.